I like to read. I’ve always liked to read, and I read a lot. Even these days, when my brain is tired, and most of the book reading is rereading, I read a lot. Several hours are spent on it every day, and no, I’m not including the reading one does while death-scrolling through social media. I read sections of several newspapers every day. I … Continue reading Anecdotes, trivia, and Clavin – an off-the-cuff joint.
To cook, or to not cook, that’s the question. Once upon a time, I liked cooking. Before the eating disorder tentacled it’s way into everything, I quite enjoyed it. I liked trying new things. I liked feeding other people. It’s harder with an eating disorder, if only because people ask why you aren’t eating, or why your food is different. So, I started cooking less. … Continue reading Let’s break bread, an off-the-cuff joint.
I have no plan. I don’t think much about the future. Not about next week, or next month, or next year. I used to, many, many years ago. When I was a child and wanted to be an aerospace engineer. Or a biochemist. Or a surgeon. Back when I had plans for the future. But an eating disorder, though it taunts you with ideas of … Continue reading Nihilism is almost never a good idea – an off-the-cuff joint.
It’s hard coming up with clever titles for repetitious offerings, not that I’ve ever been queen of the title. I’m the opposite of good with them, at least on a technical level. I don’t want to talk about capitalizations. And content is so subjective. In addition to culling the vast quantity of desktop memes I’ve saved lo these many years, I’m attempting to reduced the … Continue reading And then there were memes.
From Famine to Feast 